We strive to turn our colorful world into black and gray.
And then, when we’ve made everything gray: our cars, our roads, our houses, the grayness of our cities, our serious suits; our thoughts, dark too, and then the blackness of souls …. So, we flee this dark world for “elsewhere”, in search of islands, warm and colorful colors, “exotic” living beings.
Yet we refuse to see the beauty and richness of the world that surrounds our daily lives. The splendor of the pheasant, its incredibly colorful plumage, is then indifferent to us, and the bewitching beauty of its raucous song is loved only by its female.